[Though Harley was just a little firmly set in her gripping embrace and the pair of black-painted lips that were puckering up in the clown's direction, all it took was a little gentle persuasion and the feel of a heavy gun in her gloved palm to push the curvy woman off of The Joker and back into action. No, she may not have been the smartest or the most effective henchwoman, but at least she could do a few things right. And that loyalty to him was pretty damn near unbreakable.]
Shore thing, Puddin'! [And with a grace of a Olympian-level gymnast, Harley was flipping and bouncing and cartwheeling to whatever poor sucker was going to feel the press of a cold barrel to their head, the former-psychiatrist blowing her darling a cheesy kiss from far away. Go and make mama proud, honey!]
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Shore thing, Puddin'! [And with a grace of a Olympian-level gymnast, Harley was flipping and bouncing and cartwheeling to whatever poor sucker was going to feel the press of a cold barrel to their head, the former-psychiatrist blowing her darling a cheesy kiss from far away. Go and make mama proud, honey!]